So, it's probably apparent at this point that Dan does most of the serious cooking around here - I chop things up, smell them as they're simmering, and eat a lot of really, really good food. I like to cook too, but I don't think I get as much joy out of it as Dan does. He loves cooking more than he loves to eat, and I love eating and like to cook. So you see, it works out well.
What I DO love to do is bake. I'm still pretty new at it and am gearing up to try cakes soon. The other night I wanted cookies, so I took the America's Test Kitchen recipe for sugar cookies and added 1/4 tsp. of cinnamon to it, winding up with something similar to a snickerdoodle, but not the real thing (according to my grandmother's recipe, real snickerdoodles need cream of tartar).
I made two batches. The first I flattened too much and forgot to top with extra cinnamon and sugar. The second batch I left pretty thick and added the topping: they were at least 5 times better than the first.
I think some guy named Robert Fulghum said it best when he said, "Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap."
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